A/N: This is in my series of fanfics telling the thoughts of those in the Negaverse. I think there's more to them than some people see.
This type of work is called a drabble, a story with exactly 100 words. Drabbles are difficult to write.
These are companion pieces. The spacing on the second is the way it is in attempt to hide the identity of the speaker. Please tell me if it worked.



WHAT IT TAKES

Mettellia infused herself to me, and it felt like ribbons of darkness surrounded me.

I grew taller, hair becoming red and so much longer, eyes becoming golden, ears pointed and pixie-like, hands soft and fingers long and beautiful.

I was my perfect self.

Who couldn't love me like this?

Then, things changed.

Spikes grew from my sholders. My teeth became fangs. My fingers grew less graceful and my nails became claws. My eyes dulled in color. Even my clothing went from innocent to evil.

I became demonic.

I did not care.

Such was the price to be Endymion's true love.

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WHAT I THINK

She is beautiful.

Oh, others may disagree, but I think she is like a rose.

She is delicate, yet she has such sharp teeth and nails, and those spikes on her sholders.

Beautiful.

Deadly.

Perfect.

Who couldn't love her?

I know I do.

She rules over me, over every part of me.

She beckons to me, calls my name.

I can only answer "Yes, my Queen."

Yes, she rules over me.

I'll be the first to admit it.

She knows that I am loyal to her, more than the other Generals.

All she has to do is call my name.

"Jadeite!"